Receiving dumb texts from Jongin while he was at work was one of Jongin’s favourite past times. Chanyeol’s job requires him to act professional and strict, completely different to his normal self; obnoxious, loud and annoying. Jongin’s texts consisted of the lamest jokes and puns or pictures and videos that would crack the taller of the two. It was a challenge to break Chanyeol’s job persona and Chanyeol knew that his best friend wouldn’t give up such a challenge so easily. Picking up his phone from his blazer expecting to see maybe an animal falling off something, he tapped on the picture message. “Holy shit--” Chanyeol’s loud voice echoed around the relatively quiet office, causing a few to turn and glance his way. Eyes unblinking, the male stared at the picture of Jongin baring it all for him to see. There was no caption. Just a photo of a naked Jongin and Chanyeol really liked it. Bowing his head down from his colleagues, he quickly messaged the other. [text} what the fuck are you trying to do to me, kim jongin? fuck..